About Poems

Someone told me
are not written
but fester in the mind
until spewed out
onto the blank canvas.

when published
are given away
so the poet
must learn
the craft of letting go.

were present
before you and I –
recited by ancients
to vast public crowds
or in the King’s court.

scratched as hieroglyphs,
paint vivid pictures
that lures the reader
away from didactic
mundane realities.

are the responsibility
of the writer so
when criticized the author
should not complain
or even worse curl up
in the fetus position
feeling blue.

do not have to rhyme
but can projectively
free verse all the way
to eternity.

can be be exchanged
for money
but nowadays many
say poetry is a dying art –
long live the poem.


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